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Mrs. Sterling, Look, He truly Dotes On Her

Mrs. Sterling, Look, He truly Dotes On Her

My husband, Liam Sterling, once held me like a fragile, precious thing. Three years into our marriage, his touch turned to ice. He led Chloe Miller, the interior designer he now obsessed over, into our home. Today was her wedding day, a cruel game to force his hand. On my knees in a rust-scented warehouse, Liam' s gentle fingers stroked my neck. He smiled, but glacial eyes demanded Chloe' s wedding address. I pleaded, "I don' t know where her wedding is, Liam. She' s setting me up. She' s lying." He sneered, "Chloe was right, as usual. You' re just jealous of her." Then he brought out my brother, Ben, bound and gagged. Five snarling Dobermans lunged, their barks hungry. Liam whispered, his lips brushing my cheek, "If you don' t give me the wedding location, your brother will have a little 'playdate' with the Dobermans." His words were a cold knife, cutting deeper than any physical pain. A dog' s claw dug into Ben' s shoulder, tearing skin, drawing blood. His muffled cry tore through me. I begged, "Please, let my brother go! Take it out on me instead, Liam!" His face darkened, grip tightening on my chin. "Tell me, where is Chloe getting married?" He had forgotten everything we were. The man who swore to protect me now found cruel amusement in my agony. This wasn' t the first sign. Subtle perfumes, a whispered name in passion, then seeing him kiss her in the rain. He' d even told me, casually, "I' m keeping her. She entertains me. Men in our circle all do this." I tracked down Chloe' s abusive ex, hoping to end this nightmare. But she was smarter. She turned it into a scheme that branded me as the villain, telling Liam I paid her ex to marry her. And he believed her. When his assistant burst in with Chloe' s wedding location, Liam' s rage shifted. He ordered, "Help Mrs. Sterling back to her room." And as they dragged me away, I heard Ben' s whimpers, saw the Dobermans tear at him. Liam' s indifferent words echoed, "Honey, you know I can' t bear to punish you, so your brother will have to take the punishment for you." My world went black. Something snapped inside me. When I awoke in the hospital, Ben was alive, but mangled. "I can' t let you get hurt for me anymore. I have to leave him!" I cried. Ben sighed, "The world is vast, Ava, but the Sterling family is vastest." But I had a plan now, a secret escape clause in our marriage agreement. In ten days, Liam Sterling and I would never see each other again.
TITLE: THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' SECRET BARGAIN

TITLE: THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' SECRET BARGAIN

Sloane Elizabeth Prescott isn't just a CEO; she's a fortress of ambition and designer silk, the untouchable queen of a Texas oil and tech empire. Her world is one of private jets and boardroom coups, until the one man who can see through her facade storms back into her life. Rhett Kingman, a venture capitalist with a taste for breaking monopolies and a grudge that has simmered for seven years, makes a hostile bid for her company. Their corporate war is headline news, but the real battle is a secret buried in their past, a youthful summer, a whirlwind romance, and a legally binding marriage certificate Sloane thought she'd erased. When a leak to the press exposes the ancient marriage and her board gives her an ultimatum, legitimize her chaotic personal life with a real spouse in 90 days or lose her throne, Sloane is cornered. Her only way out is a deal with the devil she once loved. She proposes a new contract: they stay married in public, a power couple to save her empire. Rhett agrees, but his terms are brutal. He wants access to her life, her home, and the truth behind why she fled all those years ago, leaving only a note and a piece of his soul. As their fake marriage blurs into very real passion and old wounds are reopened, a powerful enemy from the shadows moves to destroy them both. Sloane must now decide if the empire she built is worth the price of the one man who truly knows her, and Rhett must choose between the vengeance he craved and the woman he never stopped loving.
The Ex-Factor: A Dish Best Served

The Ex-Factor: A Dish Best Served

The steak knife in my hand felt heavy. For five years, I' d been Chloe' s boyfriend, paying for dinners like this, writing her college papers, driving hours just to see her. I thought it was devotion, love. Tonight, sitting across from her, watching her giggle and feed asparagus to her ex, Chad, it just made my stomach clench. She wasn' t even looking at me; she was looking at him. His ex-girlfriend, Lily, sitting beside him, coolly observed the scene, her calm piercing my humiliation. Then Chloe' s hand, the one not holding the fork, slid across the table and landed on Chad' s forearm, tracing a slow circle. "Something wrong, Mark?" Chloe asked, her voice laced with annoyance when I finally put my knife and fork down. Nothing was wrong. Just a hot shame crawling up my neck, realizing I' d been a fool. "To old friends," I said, raising my glass, my voice tight. "It' s great to see you two so... close." Chloe pulled her hand back, nervously laughing it off, trying to erase the moment with a familiar gesture that screamed she was lying. Chad, on the other hand, reveled in the tension, casually inviting us to his launch party. "Mark, you'll be there, right? Chad's parties are legendary," she chirped, then her eyes raked over me. "Just... try to wear something nice. Not one of your nerdy t-shirts. You need to make a good impression for Chad." The casual flick of her wrist, a public dismissal of my entire existence. A highlight reel of five years of sacrifice, of being a placeholder, of believing her excuses, flashed in my mind. The woman I loved was sleeping with her ex-boyfriend, and I was the "good boyfriend," the convenient option. My throat felt tight. The words wouldn't come, but a cold clarity settled over me. This wasn't a relationship; it was a long, slow humiliation. I was done.
The Unwanted Wife's True Love

The Unwanted Wife's True Love

For ten years, Liam was my world, tucked away in the grand halls of New England life as my secret love. He was the rough kid my sister Eleanor brought home, now a success in our family' s foundation, and to me, he was everything. Then a single Instagram post detonated my carefully constructed reality. Liam, radiant, with Chloe-his high school sweetheart-and a caption that twisted my gut: "Some things are worth waiting for." The air left my lungs as a decade of shared whispers dissolved into a public declaration for another woman. He dismissed it as a "drunken dare," then a "work crisis." But Chloe' s Instagram screamed their reunion, turning his blatant lies into a sickening mockery. Then, at a charity gala, he pulled her into a deep, consuming kiss-right in front of me. He abandoned me moments later when she feigned injury. How could someone who vowed such deep, secret love so casually erase our ten years, choosing instead a brutal public charade of betrayal and humiliation? The man I thought I knew was a stranger, and the vast emptiness where my love used to be threatened to consume me. With nothing left but shattered pride, I walked away that night and made a drastic decision. I would marry Ethan Prescott, not for love, but to reclaim my life. But even as I stood at the altar, ready to rebuild, I knew Liam wouldn't let me go without one last, desperate attempt to reclaim what he'd already destroyed.